Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.